This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
Codes: Mmf, Anal,
Nc/cons
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Reluc
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Inter
Dagwood Bumstead was a good husband and father, loving and kind though a bit naive. He gave his wife Blondie flowers; he took her out to dinner every Saturday night. He loved her cooking and was a big eater to prove it. There was not one thing she would change, except one.
Though Blondie would not admit this even to herself the most disappointing aspect of marriage to Dagwood was his performance in bed. Yes, he had helped her lose her virginity and had given her two wonderful children. He was the only man she had ever slept with and she loved him dearly, but he had a small penis, he came too quickly, and he did not seem to understand her sexual needs.
Often, she had to masturbate herself to orgasm thinking of a big strong mystery man with a huge cock ravaging her as her husband snored next to her. She was of course a faithful, loving housewife and mother, a bastion of the community and admired by many. She had even started a successful Catering business when the kids were old enough to take care of themselves.
She would never actually cheat; it just was not in her nature. The tall dark stranger was in her mind when she needed him as she visualized herself at his mercy and that was more than enough to get herself off. Her mystery man was in her head; there was no way she would allow him to actually exist.
Blondie was surprised one day when her husband informed her that he had booked a vacation trip to Jamaica. She was excited and happy to be going to the Caribbean Island, even though she did not know how to swim. It was to be a second honeymoon, he told her, just the two of them.
They stayed at a resort hotel near Montego Bay where she lounged around the pool in a sweet pink bikini on the first day and even dared to dip her toes in the water as the hot Jamaican sun tanned her body. The second day of their trip, Dagwood had another surprise for Blondie. As she sat alongside the pool reading, he tapped her on the shoulder and introduced her to Christof, the resort swimming instructor. "This is my wife Blondie. Blondie this is Christof. He's the resort swimming instructor who's going to teach you to swim isn't that great."
Blondie could barely keep from gasping at the sight of him. Christof was incredibly handsome, very black, and extremely muscular with long dreadlocks. He was also very tall, 6'5" by the look of him, and he dwarfed Dagwood when the two stood together.
What neither knew and he did not publicize was that he was directly descended from the blood-thirsty pirates who long ago preyed upon the area with ruthless disregard for anyone but themselves and the need to satisfy their carnal pleasures. They took what they wanted, and so did Christof.
Also, unlike Dagwood, Christof exuded a rather distant, arrogant demeanor as he drank in her abundant charms; she was a hot looking blonde in her mid-thirties with a great body at 5'4", 118 lbs. with long, gorgeous legs. Her breasts were firm and large, and her ass was to die for ass her husband's male friends often told her when Dagwood was out of earshot.
Excited at the thought of finally learning to swim, Blondie asked if she should get into the shallow end of the pool to start, but Christof sneered at her. "I don't teach swimming in the pool," he said. "I teach you in the ocean."
Dagwood grinned and nodded at Blondie, as if to reassure her. Then he told his lovely wife that he was going back to the room to read for a bit. Christof watched the trusting man walk off, leaving his blonde-haired white wife with Christof, a complete stranger, as so many other unknowing white husbands had in the past.
He looked at her again and smiled as he thought of the many other things, he would teach the little blonde beauty besides swimming. He'd done this many times in his capacity as the resort's swim instructor, but this sweet innocent white wife was something very special and he felt his dick begin to tingle as he swept her ripe bikini clad body from head to toe as she looked towards her departing husband.
Blondie gathered up her things and headed off with Christof to the beach with the big black man walking slightly behind so that he could take in the tantalizing wiggle of her sweet white ass as well as the rhythmic jiggle of her full thrusting breasts.
At the beach, Christof was greeted by another very tall, muscular black man. A man as close to Christof as a brother, as indeed both were descended from the brotherhood of pirates.
"This is Tomas," Christof told Blondie. "He will assist me." The two men exchanged a knowing look and then a quick grin. Had Blondie paid a little more attention to that, as well as the uncertainty she felt in her gut about all this, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Christof and Tomas stood on either side of Blondie. Each man took one of her hands and walked with her into the warm surf. She was hesitant to enter the water, but they reassured her that they were right there to take care of her, so she let herself be pulled along between them.
Blondie was beginning to feel more confident. The soft sand felt good under her feet, and the warm water felt comforting as they walked ever deeper into the sea as she stole quick glances at their muscular ebony bodies, glistening in the water.
The men also checked out Blondie as she made her way with them. They watched her big breasts move in a fascinating jiggling motion as she occasionally hopped with a small wave washing into her. They watched her perfectly formed tanned thighs disappear into the water, then her firm round bikini clad bottom. The rest of the resort crowd was now far away, and Blondie again began to feel nervous.
"Why are we going so far out?" she asked.
"For privacy," said Christof. "You must focus on the lesson."
When the water was neck high, Blondie had to fight a sense of panic. She looked to Christof and Tomas for reassurance. Instead, the two men pulled her even further out until she began to struggle just to keep her head above water.
Because both men were so much taller than Blondie, they kept their feet planted in the sand and their heads well above water. She felt relieved, though still fearful when Christof swept her up in his big strong arms and held her head above water. The two men continued to walk into deeper water.
"Wrap your legs around me, Mrs. Bumstead," Christof instructed her. "It will keep you afloat." Blondie did as she was told, also wrapping her arms around Christof's muscular back. She was terrified at being so far out to sea and out of her depth, her feet unable to touch the bottom. The obvious sexual position she found herself in with the big black stranger did not register at first.
Then as she felt more confident that she would stay above the surface she began to relax. That is when it hit her. Straddling Christof the way she was Blondie could feel Christof's cock through his bathing suit, rubbing between her widespread thighs up against her pussy mound that was barely covered by her little pink bikini. It was enormous! Her eyes widened as she stared into Christof's eyes. His laugh disturbed her.
"That's right pretty lady, my little Blondie" he said. "My cock is getting hard and you're the reason. You are just so beautiful and this body of yours ... well what can I say?"
Blondie began to struggle. "I wouldn't advise that, little Blondie," Christof said. "If you let go of me, you will sink. People drown out here all the time, you know, even experienced swimmers."
She let go, disregarding his warning and her head dropped below the water. Her feet felt bottom and she kicked upward to break the surface gasping for air with Christof watching her. She did this a few more times thinking that she could bounce her way in towards shore, but she quickly realized that the current prevented her from making any headway.
The next time she broke the surface she grabbed the big man's arm to hold herself up as she took in a huge breath of air. He smiled as he realized that she finally saw the futility of her struggles.